It had been a long time and now she began to moan, carried away by it all.Now read on....March the fifteenth began normally enough for Mary. She rose,...sluiced her face and arms with muddy water from the can in the kitchen and shuffled out and leant on the parapet of the walkway overlooking the weed grown courtyard of their block of flats. The sun had not yet risen, but already the air was hot, muggy. She was wearing only a man's old stained tee shirt that reached to her knees and nothing else,. . We took our shower together and washed each others bodies, I got down on one knee and watched closely when she washed her pussy and that confused the hell out of her... I let her finish and left to towel off and headed for the kitchen to make coffee while she cleaned the toys and changed the sheets. Gail went into the kitchen and put toast in the toaster and then came into the living room nude and sat next to me on the couch, I patted my lap and had her sit on my lap. And the worst part–I’d set my laptop away from me so I didn’t have time to turn off the sound before my Mom had heard Zoey Holloway say “Cum for mommy” (and the sound was very, very high, there was no way she didn’t hear it).But here’s the weird part: Mom didn’t freak out, she didn’t run out the door or anything, she just sort of stood there looking at me with her mouth a little open.But I instinctually freak, yelling like “Mom, what the fuck, look away”, all of that, and after like a minute. Ironically, that was the very question he had longed to ask her, but hardly dared to. ‘Shouldn’t we have a drink first, perhaps, Nicky?’ he tentatively suggested. She produced another photograph from the case, continuing: ‘Only… I wanted to compare it to this one.’ John peered into the gaping chasm of his undoing — a hidden cam at the Club Rotterdam had captured him in flagrante delicto. There was no weedling out of it. John came clean about everything, feebly offering his excuse that he didn’t.